skinny dipping in february?

let me just say a few words that sum up the past few weeks:
pendleton wool
skinny dipping
flowing water
smart wool
fresh powder
inspired work

☆ NOW on ETSY 

oops, just sold! sorry.

a little trot through the woods and other things

I just added a couple things to my shop.  Check out the new earrings: both Turquoise Howlite and Jasper with Elk antler.  
Here are a few photos.

Thank you to everyone who purchased before I left for the Northeast.  I can still ship while I am away and if you order today, I think I can get them to you before Christmas.
While I was walking (before I left) I saw these things that made me smile:
I found the blackberry brandy bottle deep in the forest tucked behind a boulder, remnants of the brandy still inside.  I like to imagine what kind of human brought the brandy deep in the forest and tucked the bottle so neatly after he finished.  Was he sleeping nearby? Hunting deer?  javelina?  elk?  mountain lion?  or did he just want to sit in a magical place to sip the cordial?
Have a wonderful Season; enjoy every breath and moment with your loved ones.  
☆ They are precious; as are YOU ☆

Running with Gratitude

My running mantra:  I give thanks for my strong lungs and heart, my solid feet, my clear thoughts and the wild land that inspires me to be a better human.
I thank my dog companions whose ears and eyes will sense a mountain lion before I do.
These legs carry me miles and miles through the forests of the high mountains, without complaints.
My friends have asked:  why alone, why so many miles alone?
The answer I give is, I just love running alone.
The answer I don't give is, it is the only way for me to hear the voice that speaks to me only in these quiet times.
I can run with others, I have wandered the wild lands with others, I will explore the mesas and canyons with others.  
But the strength comes from the solitude and the strenuous nature of what I am doing.  It is in the quiet,  deepest, wildest places where my soul work is done; where the soul of the world flows through me and I am whole; I am invincible; I am  super woman.  
 I don't want to stop running; I am grinning;  it seems every plant and bird and raindrop is part of me.
It is here in these seriously physical, solitary, exhausting moments, that I know I am strong. 
I am not afraid of my strength.
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous ? Actually, who are you not to be ? Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." - Marianne Williamson

Five Fact Friday: Reflections of You

~i have been a rockclimber for twenty-five years~
~one time i spent two nights and three days on a "big wall" in Yosemite~
~i also spent three months hiking the appalachian trail alone; i was 19~
~i heat my entire house (600 sq. feet) with this little lovely "Fatso"~
~i have a thing for photographing bones~
~sometimes i have to drive across flash flood areas to get to and from town~
~i have an amazing family~
Ni Hao Yall

In My Wild Place

Here I am in my wild place:  staring up at Juniper Mesa.  Thinking about how I will manage when I leave.
It's all good; new adventures on the horizon.
Okay, so I am also thinking of my beautiful Man who is in Yosemite Valley climbing the Nose on El Cap!  Positive vibes his way please.

Strength in Wild Solitude

Ruins Tank, Indian Peak, Apache Creek, Graver Wash, Hyde Creek Seep, Pine Creek, Dead Steer Basin, Deer Tank, Happy Camp, Two Lions Tank, Boneyard Loop, Granite Knob, Juniper Mesa.  These are the names of home; the names of a place I love more than any other place on earth.  This is the place where I have spent the past five and a half years; a place where my spirit set up camp and refuses to leave.

It is morning, early and cool; a perfect time to sit on the south side of any building.  This morning, it is the south side of the old barn facing Walnut Creek.  I can hear it's movement:  a slow gurgle, sluggish, happy and waning from the winter's floods.

There is not a living human for miles, literally.  The ranches to the east and west are busy with their ranchy duties, but in between it's just me, the dogs, the horses and the wildlife.

I haven't heard a single car or plane or human voice since last night at 5pm.

This is a special time for me; four days alone at Walnut Creek.  The family has gone on a trip to California, so it's just me and the place I love.  I haven't had a solo experience (for longer than one day) in about 18 years.  I have four whole days and three nights!

When I was 19 years old, I wandered along the Appalachian trail for three months alone.  It was a planned trip.  I had planned the trip with a partner; however, she backed out three days before we were to leave.  Everyone was sure I would cancel or postpone.  Of course, I went anyway.

It was the first best thing I ever did with my life.  I was alone!  Completely alone and free and walking and walking and writing and thinking and listening.  It was 1984, and at that time the Appalachian Trail wasn't exactly crawling with people.  I walked the 100 mile wilderness 100% alone and I was ecstatic.

As a child I was always solitary, quiet and independent, but that long solitary walk did something to change the way I experienced myself in relation to the world (as in earth/planet.)  That adventure solidified a feeling of connectedness and strength.  I was simply another creature on this whirling blue/green planet.  Nothing more; nothing less.

So here we are:  Mountain Lion, Elk, Badger and Me.